Polly's Treehouse

[PollySays]

Returning from the waters with still dampened locks and a lingering smirk, surprised to find gifts waiting as she re-enters her happy tree home. A note in blue, a smile brought on by the kind words from a Man in a Magic Box. Setting it aside, curious about the newfound sound coming from the other room.

"Fairly certain I left nothing running. I have nothing to run."

A testing peek, and spying the man of a thousand words she found in wanderings.
"Hello, Mister Shark." Looking at the curious machine he's installed, a hand waves into its breeze, a smile on her face. "Oh. Now I know my gift was meager. This will help greatly. And B can enjoy his stops with a better chilled drink. Thank you, sir."

Another glance, another smile, taking to one of the hanging chairs and curling into it. "Now, this brainstorming you mentioned. What do you have in mind, sir?"

 

[LitShark]

we could work a 1on1 concept. Interested?

 

[PollySays]

I should remember to stop over to this side more often. I tend to forget in all the rush and such.

I would be quite interested in a thread with you, Mister Shark.
A few ideas have fluttered through my head lately, but nothing cemented enough to make sense.

 

[LitShark]

I should remember to stop over to this side more often. I tend to forget in all the rush and such.

I would be quite interested in a thread with you, Mister Shark.
A few ideas have fluttered through my head lately, but nothing cemented enough to make sense.

I'm a whiz at making sense of abstract ideas. What have you been craving lately?

 

[PollySays]

I'm a whiz at making sense of abstract ideas. What have you been craving lately?

-Pulls a tome out from beside her-
You may regret asking that, Mister Shark. When I have a wandering mind, I tend to write random blurbs and snippets down. They turn into ideas that don't want to leave.

Let's see.
"A combination Ted and Chucky." I think that would be a touch too confusing and possibly wrong for a board like this. A cock-wielding teddy bear? That's most likely a Pass. Though if it talked like Mister MacFarlane, I would be more than happy to listen to it. I love that man's voice.

"Run Away and Join the Circus". Set more in, say, the '40's than modern day, when the idea of freak shows were a common part of the traveling circus. A runaway girl hides in one of their train cars, and when found, is trained to become a "Geek" in the show and the performers' own interests.

I've also had interests in the brash musician types, or an arrogant Prince. Less details available on that. Page not found.
-flips her book over slightly, letting the torn page flap to explain. Clapping the book shut and setting it back down beside her, a quick shrug given before fetching her drink back up.-

Just a few of them.
I would imagine that book could find a good 10 pages filled by the end of the new month.

 

[LitShark]

-Pulls a tome out from beside her-
You may regret asking that, Mister Shark. When I have a wandering mind, I tend to write random blurbs and snippets down. They turn into ideas that don't want to leave.

Let's see.
"A combination Ted and Chucky." I think that would be a touch too confusing and possibly wrong for a board like this. A cock-wielding teddy bear? That's most likely a Pass. Though if it talked like Mister MacFarlane, I would be more than happy to listen to it. I love that man's voice.

"Run Away and Join the Circus". Set more in, say, the '40's than modern day, when the idea of freak shows were a common part of the traveling circus. A runaway girl hides in one of their train cars, and when found, is trained to become a "Geek" in the show and the performers' own interests.

I've also had interests in the brash musician types, or an arrogant Prince. Less details available on that. Page not found.
-flips her book over slightly, letting the torn page flap to explain. Clapping the book shut and setting it back down beside her, a quick shrug given before fetching her drink back up.-

Just a few of them.
I would imagine that book could find a good 10 pages filled by the end of the new month.

ohhh I like these. A lot! The last one reminds me of a thread that I tried a while ago about the abuse of Prima Nocta back in.... Braveheart times. So I could definitely work with you on that, but it might be a little too similar for me. I'm in a modern mood lately.

The Freak Show idea appeals to me a lot, but I'm not sure exactly how you mean "geek" in this instance, but the possessive quality of the concept appeals a lot.

I think that the Teddy Bear idea strikes me as the most interesting. Perhaps he's a special "Build a Bear" creation... Sado Bob the Bear. This could be a lot of fun, provided you could get all wet and randy for a sadistic teddy bear with a wang.

I'm in for any of the above, but I'm leaning toward the Chucky idea. I just had a conversation about the Child's Play movies recently...

 

[PollySays]

The Geek term comes from a conversation held far too long with a fountain of random facts. That the term Geek was used mainly to describe the Freak Show opener and tourist draw, a performer simply taught to bite the heads of chickens and disgust the people. It was also used to describe a person put into a situation among those groups that they found humiliating, but suffered through for the enjoyment of others.
My entire conversation with this person, and I had far too many other thoughts running through my mind.


The bear has certainly been a returning thought for me.
Mister MacFarlane, you're a devil.
The writing for it seems it could be a challenge, however. Of course, the idea of a demonic My Buddy probably seemed just as confusing originally, and yet they're headed for their 6th film next year.

 

[tonguetrap]

Coconuts.
Lots and lots of coconuts.
Somehow, my treehouse has managed to gain a good 50 of them since I last visited this place.


I should find a use for them.

Polly want a coconut? Hi, Im tonguetrap- Good evening! I like your thread

 

[LitShark]

The Geek term comes from a conversation held far too long with a fountain of random facts. That the term Geek was used mainly to describe the Freak Show opener and tourist draw, a performer simply taught to bite the heads of chickens and disgust the people. It was also used to describe a person put into a situation among those groups that they found humiliating, but suffered through for the enjoyment of others.
My entire conversation with this person, and I had far too many other thoughts running through my mind.


The bear has certainly been a returning thought for me.
Mister MacFarlane, you're a devil.
The writing for it seems it could be a challenge, however. Of course, the idea of a demonic My Buddy probably seemed just as confusing originally, and yet they're headed for their 6th film next year.

It's your call, ultimately. That circus thing sounds like something I could be into as well. Either or, or both. I'm game. Since they're your ideas, you lead off with an intro post and I'll join right in.

And welcome to TT, enjoy the A/c

 

[PollySays]

You've left me a contemplating thought for work, Mister Shark. Decisions, decisions.



Hello, Mister Trap!
Oh, I don't think another coconut is needed. But thank you for not offering me yet another cracker.
How original, random Messenger fellows.

 

[LitShark]

You've left me a contemplating thought for work, Mister Shark. Decisions, decisions.



Hello, Mister Trap!
Oh, I don't think another coconut is needed. But thank you for not offering me yet another cracker.
How original, random Messenger fellows.

I am Jack's bated breath.

 

[PollySays]

I've decided.
I can't decide.


How about this, Mister Shark?
I'll write up introductionary posts for both. We can try both until one seems to pull a heavier interest?
Or perhaps just flow with them both?

 

[LitShark]

I've decided.
I can't decide.


How about this, Mister Shark?
I'll write up introductionary posts for both. We can try both until one seems to pull a heavier interest?
Or perhaps just flow with them both?

Both sounds perfect! One of my other threads just went on hiatus, I've got room!

 

[PollySays]

Both sounds perfect! One of my other threads just went on hiatus, I've got room!

Oh, what timing.
I've written up a starting post for the circus thread, but am having difficulties on something for Mister Bear. Any suggestions on how to handle that one? I was torn between the Chucky Method, or the Ted Method.

Or simply not saying at all, acknowledging the fact there's a walking talking stuffed toy in her apartment, and passing the torch to you for it.

 

[LitShark]

Oh, what timing.
I've written up a starting post for the circus thread, but am having difficulties on something for Mister Bear. Any suggestions on how to handle that one? I was torn between the Chucky Method, or the Ted Method.

Or simply not saying at all, acknowledging the fact there's a walking talking stuffed toy in her apartment, and passing the torch to you for it.

I vote chucky. Build a bear workshop style... I'll hunt down and edit in a pic...

 

[LitShark]

((Warning, the following image contains graphic imagery))

What do you think Polly?

 

[PollySays]

((Warning, the following image contains graphic imagery))

What do you think Polly?

Oh, I love it, Mister Shark!
And it even works so well with my work in progress.

I've posted The Circus, Bear will be up soon!

 

[LitShark]

Oh, I love it, Mister Shark!
And it even works so well with my work in progress.

I've posted The Circus, Bear will be up soon!

Found it and began a reply. Looking forward to the Bear.

A Taste of Kinky the Klown: "Most of these down-South hicks wanted no part of a Freak Show tent, but Kink was determined to give them an eyefull anyway as they hurried away from the black, square, vinyl tent. It didn't stop kink from shaking his halved tongue between his fingers at the horrified MILF's, or teaching toddlers foul language to repeat for hours, or even leaning in to a stroller with his bare chest and piercing his nipple with one of those needles right in front of a six month old baby's face. Shock and Awe, that was the act. The baby had laughed at his display, even if the mother had slapped him. It was his first laugh of the night, a fair trade.

Innocence was overrated anyway, fuck the innocent."

No promises on posting. It's Fantasy Football Draft weekend so IDK. Monday at the very latest. (Still not a promise)

 

[PollySays]

No rushes, Mister Shark.

And Bear has his home.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=825984

 

[PollySays]

Deepest apologies to those waiting for me.
I was quite ill over the last few days. Fortunately, it seems to have passed.
I will respond as soon as possible.

 

[The_Spectre]

Take your time, Polly. It's good to know you're feeling well.

 

[LitShark]

Deepest apologies to those waiting for me.
I was quite ill over the last few days. Fortunately, it seems to have passed.
I will respond as soon as possible.

A Bear is born.

Future posts won't be quite that involved or as long in the making, but it's difficult to sculpt a wicked, sadistic antagonist who might be reincarnated as a teddy bear. I borrowed a bit of Serpent and the Rainbow. Hope you like it.

 

[Bevatoria]

He quietly slips up the treehouse ladder. It's midday, and Polly doesn't seem to be around, which is fine with him. She's been busy in the 'real world' and even as much as he respects that, he still feels inclined to leave her a note to remind her that he's still watching. Always watching, if not in the same manner as some of the...people he's written for.

On a corner table, he takes off his hat and places it there, taking stock of the quaint little room. Still well stocked for a hideaway. And...as he stumbles over a coconut..still all these damn coconuts. He places one in hand, using the other to gently place a note inside of his hat on the table, and it reads:

This note is for a delicously evil and talented cowriter. Thanks for writing with me, Polly. Who knew this would go so long (and hopefully will continue to go on as we continue spinning this yarn?

You're my favorite.

-B

This place is comforting despite the slight chill. But he has no desire to impose on her, so after leaving a bottle of rum and some coke - hardly original, but in the virtual world he preferred to keep his drinks simple - he quietly slinks away.

His fedora left behind. Intentional? Or planned to indicate he was coming back?

Even he wasn't sure.

 

[PollySays]

-A return to a place she'd almost forgotten. Something drawing her back, a call on the wind that says Come Home. Enough of that in other places as of late. Needing a place of her own, a place to drown away all the thoughts that turn and the frustrations that spurn. Breathe in, breathe out. Be a feather, be a bird, all those wonderfully frustrating metaphors meant to calm your mind. All that really matters is a drink.-

-A hat with a note and a bottle of booze. Someone's been sitting in my chair! Pouring a drink, eyeing the note with a smile. A note from a friend, a devious writer who gives such inspiration. A tiny shiver at the thoughts of their recent writings together, the smile growing a bit more.-

"I'll keep tabs on this hat. Hate for prying little monkeys to wander in and swipe it on him before he can reclaim it."

-Placing it upon her own head, examining herself in a mirror, a look of disapproval quickly coming from the sight. Not a hat person in the least; not of this sort. Berets and slouches, more her thing. Rustic and winter. The perks of NorthEastern Life; learn to make due with what Mother Nature forces upon you. Attempt to make dressing like Frosty the Snowman every year starting in Late November somehow at least a touch attractive.-

-Hence her love of this place. No Winter. No cold. Warmth, sand, crystal waters. Imaginary and wonderful. A place to hide away with favorite things, newly found favorite people. Another glance to the hat. Hopefully one of which will return soon.-

 

[Bevatoria]

A sigh escaped him as he trudged up to the tree. Not because he was coming here, of course. Making his way to his friend's hideaway again was a rare indulgence for him; doing what he wanted to do. The relationship between that and what he ended up doing seemed to be loosely knit on the best of days. And with how yesterday went for him, he didn't think today would go well either. A bad day at work, followed by another likely-to-be-bad day at work. Upon he was about to disappear to.

In the real world, anyways.

Handholds came to him as he pulled himself up into the treehouse. He hated sandals, but as an accommodation to the climate, he'd pulled them on. They weren't easy to climb in, but it was preferable to getting sand in his socks and sneakers. In an appropriately festive shirt and shorts, he slowly made his way back in.

It looked like she wasn't here. So he made his way over, intending to wait for her this time, mixing himself a drink from the rum and coke he'd left. He saw his hat, sitting where he'd left it, slowly reaching for it.

Until he stopped. He frowned slightly, the slightest of smirks on his face as he realized he wasn't alone.

"Should've figured you'd wait for me eventually." The smirk turns to a smile as he slowly turns back towards his friend.